Dear Boyfriend,
Please come home soon. As much as I love getting drunk dials at 2 pm (and 6 pm, and 11 pm) from the East Coast, you know what I love even more? Having someone to wake up in the middle of the night to ask questions about their political party affiliation/voting history. I hope you will recall all the fun we used to have (last weekend) remodeling your room, having impromptu pool parties, and making smores - and I hope you choose to come back to me rather than stay in Pennsylvania with your new friends. Sure, they have cool outfits and are pretty old-timey, but do you think they’d go for sushi with you? Let’s be real here, they probably don’t even know what sushi is. And please stop insulting the south; a) you were technically North of the Mason-Dixon Line, and b) don’t forget I grew up in the (geological, not cultural) south.
Yours truly,
Me